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Let none benceforth of providence | Soft harmony and manly vigour join complain,

To form the beauties of each sprightly As if the world of spirits lay unknown, line, Fenc'd round with black 'impenetrable for every grace of every muse is tbine. night;

(thence | Milton, immortal bard, divinely bright, What tho' no shining angel darts from Conducts his fav rite tothe realmsoflight; With leave to publish things conceal'a Where Raphael's lyre charms the celesfrom sense,


tial throng, In language bright as theirs, we are here Delighted cherubs list’ning to the song: When life its narrow round of years hath From bliss to bliss the happy beings rove, rollid,

And taste the sweets of music and of love. What 'tis employs the bless'd, what But when the softer scenes of life you makes their bliss ;


(saint. Songs such as WATTS's are, and love || And join the beauteous virgin to the like his.

When you describe how few tbe happy But then, dear Sir, be cautious how



Whose hearts united soften all their you use


We see to whom the sweetest joys belong, To transports so intensely rais'd Lest, whilst th'ecstatic impulse you obey, And Mira's beauties consecrate your The soul leapout, and drop the dullerclay. Pain the unnumber'd graces I would Sept. 4, 1706.


(dwell; HENRY GROVE.

And on the pleasing theme for
But the muse faints, unequal to thefight,

And hears thy strains with wonder and


When tombs of princes shall in ruins lie, On the fifth Edition of his Hore Lyricæ. And all, but heaven-born piety, shall die,

When the last trumpet wakes the silent “ SOVEREIGN of sacred verse; accept

dead, the lays

(praise, And each lascivious poet hides his head, Of a young bard that dares attempt thy With thee shall thy divine Urania rise, A muse, the meanest of the vocal throng, Crown'd with fresh laurels, to thy native New to the bays, nor equal to the song,

skies Fir'd with the growing glories of thyfame, Great Howe and Gouge shall bail thee on Joins all her powersto celebrate thyname.

thy way,

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And welcome thee to the bright realms No vulgar themes thy pious muse en- | Adapt thy tuneful notes to heavenly gage,


(seraph sings. No scenes of lust pollute thy sacred page. And join the Lyric Ode while some fair You in majestic numbers mount the skies, And meet descending angels as you rise,

Sic spirat, sic optat Whose just applauses charm the crowded

Tui amantissimus groves, And Addison thy tuneful song approves.



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Worshipping with Fear. Whilst the young notes and vent'row I WHO dares attempt th' eternal name

song With notes of mortal sound?

To worlds of glory soar. Dangers and glories guard the theme, 2 If thou my daring flight forbid And spread despair around.

The muse folds up her wings;

Or at thy word her slender reed 2. Destruction waits t'obey his frown, And heav'n attends his smile:

Attempts almighty things. A wreath of lightning arms his crown,

3 Her slender reed inspir'd by thee But love adorns it still,

Bids a new Eden grow,

With blooming life on every tree, 3 Celestial King, our spirits lie,

And spreads a heav'n below,
Trembling beneath thy feet,
And wish, and cast a longing eye,

4 She mocks the trumpet's loud alarms

Fill'd with thy dreadful breath; To reach thy lofty seat.

And calls th' angelic hosts to arms, When shall we see the Great Unknown, To give the nations death. And in thy presence stand ?

5 But when she tastes her Saviour's love, Reveal the splendors of thy throne,

And feels the rapture strong, But shield us with thy hand.

Scarce the divinest harp above 4 In thee what endless wonders meet!

Aims at a sweeter song. What various glory shines !

Divine Judgments. The crossing rays too fiercely beat I NOT from the dust my sorrows spring, Upon our fainting ininds.

Nor drop my comforts from the lower 6 Angels are lost in sweet surprise

skies : If thou unveil thy grace;

Let all the baneful planets shed And humble awe runs thro' the skies,

Their mingled curses on my head, When wrath arrays thy face.

How vain their curses, if th'eternal King

Look thro' the clouds and bless me 7 When mercy joins with majesty

with his eyes. To spread their beams abroad,

Creatures with all their boasted sway Not all their fairest minds on high Are but his slaves, and must obey ; Are shadows of a God.

They wait their orders from above, & Thy works the strongest seraph sings

And execute his word, the vengeance, În a too feeble strain,

or the love, And labours hard on all his strings 2 'Tis by a warrant from his hand To reach thy thoughts in vain. The gentler gales are bound to sleep :

The north wind blusters, and assumes 9 Created powers, how weak they be!

coinmand How short our praises fall !

Over the desert and the deep: So much a-kin to nothing we,

Old Boreas with his freezing pow'rs And thoa th' eternal All.

Turns the earth iron, makes the ocean

glass, Asking Leave to Sing.

Arrests the dancing riv'lets as theypass, I YET, mighty God, indulge my tongue,

And chains them moveless to their Nor let thy thunders roar,

shores ;

The grazing ox lows to the gelid skies, Some pledge of my Creator's love Walks o'er the marble meads with To calm my terrors, and support my withering cyes,

hope ! Walks o'er the solid lakes, snuffs up Let waves and thunders mix and roar, the wind, and dies.

Be thou my God, and the whole world

is mine : 3 Fly to the polar world, my song,

While thou art sov'reign, I'm secure; And mourn the pilgrims there, (a

I shall be rich till thou art poor; wretched throng!)

For all I fear, and all I wish, hear'n, Seiz'd and bound in rigid chains,

earth and hell are thine. A troop of statues on the Russian plains,

Earth and Heaven. And life stands frozen in the purple veins.

I HAST thou not seen, impatient boy? Atheist, forbear; no more blaspheme:

Hast thou not read the solemn truth, God has a thousand terrors in his That grey experience writes for giddy name,

A thousand armies at command, On every mortal joy?
Waiting the signal of his hand,

“ Pleasure must be dash'd with pain :" And magazines of frost, and magazines

And yet with heedless haste, of fiame.

The thirsty boy repeats the taste, Dress thee in steel to meet his wrath;

Nor hearkens to despair, but tries the His sharp artillery from the north

bowl again, Shall pierce thee to the soul, and shake

The rills of pleasure never run sincere; thy mortal frame.

(Earth has no unpolluted spring) Sublime on winter's rugged wings

from the curs'd soil some dang'rous He rides in arms along the sky,

taint they bear; And scatters fate on swains and kings; So roses grow on thorns, and honey And flocks and herds,and nations die;

wears a sting. While impious lips, profanely bold, Grow pale and, quivering at his 2 In vain we seck a heaven below the dreadful cold,

sky; Give their own blasphemies the lie.

The world has false, but flatt'ring


Its distant joys show big in our 4 The mischiefs that infest the earth,

esteem, When the hot dog-star fires the realms

But lessen still as they draw near the on high,

eye; Drought and disease, and cruel

In our embrace the visions die, dearth,

And when we grasp the airy forms Are but the flashes of a wrathful eye From the incens'd divinity.

We lose the pleasing dream. In vain our parching palates thirst, || 3 Earth, with her scenes of gay delight, For vital food in vain we cry,

Is but a landscape rudely drawn, And pant for vital breath;

With glaring colours and false light; The verdant fields are burnt to dust,

Distance commends it to the sight, The sun has drunk the channels dry,

For fools to gaze upon ;
And all the air is death.
Ye scourges of our Maker's rod,

But bring the nauseous daubing

nigh, 'Tis at his dread command, at his im- Coarse and confus'd the hideous perial nod,

figures lie, You deal yourvarious plagues abroad.

Dissolve the pleasure, and offend the

eye. • Hail, whirlwinds, hurricanes and foods That all the leafy standards strip, 4 Look up, my soul, pant toward th' And bear down with a mighty sweep

eternal hills; The riches of the fields, and honours Those heav'ns are fairer than they of the woods ;

seem; Storms, that ravage o'er the deep, There pleasures all sincere glide on in And bury millions in the waves ;

crystal rills, Earthquakes, that in midnight-sleep There not a dreg of guilt defiles, Turn cities into heaps, and make our Nor grief disturbs the stream. beds our grares!

ThatCanaan knows no noxious thing, While you dispense your mortal No curs'd soil, no tainted spring, harms,

Nor roses grow on thorns, nor honey "Tis the Creator's voice that sounds wearsa sting.

your loud alarms, When guilt with louder cries provokes

Felicity Above. a God to arms.

I NO, 'tis in vain to seek for bliss;

For bliss can ne'er be found • O for a message from above

Till we arrive where Jesus is, To bear my spirits up!

And tread on heav'nly ground.


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2 There's nothing round these painted

skies; Or round this dusty clod; Nothing, inysoul, that's worth thyjoys,

Or lovely as thy God. 3 'Tis heav'n on earth to taste his love,

To feel his quickning grace; And all the heav'n I hope above

Is but to see his face. 4 Why move my years in slow delay?

O God of ages! why? Let the spherescleave, and makemyway

To the superior sky. 5 Dear sov'reign, break these vital strings

That bind me to my clay ; Take me, Uriel, on thy wings,

And stretch and soar away.

God's Dominion and Decrees. 1 KEEP silence, all created things,

And wait your Maker's nod: The muse stands trembling while she


The honours of her God. 2 Life, death, and hell, and worlds un

Hang on bis firm decree :
He sits on no precarious throne,

Nor borrows leave to be. 3 'Th'almighty voice bid ancient night

Her endless realms resign, . And lo, ten thousand globes of light

In fields of azure shine.
A Now wisdom with superior sway

Guides the vast moving frame,
Whilst all the ranks of beings pay

Deep rev'rence to his name.
3 He spake: The sun obedient stood,

And neid the falling day.
Old Jordan backward drives his flood,

And disappoints the sea.
6 Lord of the armies of the sky,

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What gloomy lines are writ for me,

Or what bright scenes shall rise. 12 In thy fair book of life and grace

May I but find my name,
Recorded in some humble place

Beneath my Lord the Lamb.

He marshals all the stars;
Red comets lift their banners high,

And wide proclaim his wars.
7 Chain'd to his throne a volume ljes,

With all the fates of men,
With ev'ry angel's form and size

Drawn by th' eternal pen.
6 His providence unfolds the book,

And makes his counsels shine:
Each opening leaf, and ev'ry stroke,

Fulfils some deep design.
9 Here he exalts neglected worms

To sceptres and a crown ;
Anon tbe following page he turns,

And treads the monarch down.
10 Not Gabriel asks the reason why,

Nor God the reason gives;
Nor dares the fay’rite-angel pry

Between the folded leaves,
11 My God, I never long'd to see

My fate with curious eyes,

1 IT grieves me, Lord,it grieves mesore,
That I have lived to thee no more,

And wasted half my days;
Myinward pow'rs shall burn and flame,
With zeal and passion for thy name,
I would not speak, but for my God,

nor move, but to his praise.
2 What are my eyes but aids to see
The glories of the deity

Inscrib'd with beams of light
On flow'rs and stars! Lord I behold
The shining azure, green and gold ;
But when I try to read thy name,

a dimness veils my sight.
3 Mine ears are rais'd when Virgil sings
Sicilian swains, or Trojan Kings,

And drink the music in ;
Why shouldthe trumpet's brazen voice,
Or baten reed awake my joys
And yet my heart so stupid lie when

Sacred hymns begin.
4 Change me, O God; my flesh shall be
An instrument of song to thee,

And thou the notes inspire:
My tongue shall keep the heav'nly

My cheerful pulse shall beat the time,
and sweet variety of sound shall in

thy praise conspire.
6 The dearest nerve about my heart,
Should it refuse to bear a part,

With my melodious breath,
I'd tear away the vital cord,
A bloody victim to my Lord,
And live without that impious string,

or shew my zeal in death.

und das

The Creator and Creatures,

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I GOD is a name my soul adores,

Th’ almighty Three, th' eternal One;
Nature and grace,with all their pow'rs,

Confess the infinite Unknown.
2 From thy great self thy being springs :

Thou art thy own original,
Made up of uncreated things,

And self-sufficience bears them all,
3 Thyroice produc'd the seas and spheres,

Bid the waves roar, and planets shine;
But nothing like thy self appears,

Thro'all these spacious works of thine, 4 Still restless nature dies and grows;

From change to change the creatures

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run :

Thy being no succession knows, 2 Those mighty orbs proclaim thy pow'r, And all thy vast designs are one.

Their motions speak thy skill;

And on the wings of ev'ry hour, 8 A glance of thine runs thro' the globes,

We read thy patience still. Rules the bright world, and moves their frame:

3 Part of thy name divinely stands Broad sheets of light composethyrobes; On all thy creatures writ, Thy guards are form’d of living fame. They shew the labour of thine hands,

Or impress of thy feet. & Thrones and dominions round theefall,

And worship in submissive forms; 4 But when we view thy strange design
Thy presence shakes this lower ball, To save rebellious worms,
This little dwelling-place of worms. Where vengeance and compassion join

In their divinest forms; 7 How shall affrighted mortals dare

To sing thy glory or thy grace, 5 Our thoughts are lost in reverend awe;
Beneath thy feet we lie so far,

We love and we adore;
And see but shadows of thy face? The first arch-angel never saw

So much of God before.
Who can behold the blazing light;
Who can approach consuming fame? | 6 Here the whole Deity is known,
None but thy wisdom knows thymight; Nor dares a creature guess
None but thy word can speak thyname. Which of the glories brightest shone,

The justice or the grace.
The Nativity of Christ. 7 When sinners broke the Father's laws,

The dying Son atones; 1 “SHEPHERDS, rejoice, lift up your

Oh the dear mysteries of his cross! eyes,

The triumpb of his groans !
And send your fears away ;

8 Now the full glories of the Lamb News from the region of the skies,

Adorn the heav'nly plains;
Salvation's born to-day.

Sweet cherubs learn Immanuel's name, 2 Jesns, the God whom angels fear,

And try their choicest strains.
Comes down to dwell with you: 9 O may I bear some humble part
To-day he makes his entrance here, lo that immortal song!
But not as monarchs do.

Wonder and joys shall tune my heart, No gold, nor purple swaddling bands,

And love command my tongue. Nor royal shining things;

The humble enquiry.
A manger for his cradle stands
And holds the King of kings.

A French sonnet imitated, 1695. 4 Go, shepherds, where the infant lies,

Grand Dieu, tes Jugemens. &c. And see his humble throne; With tears of joy in all your eyes,

I GRACE rules below, and sits enthron'd Go, shepherds, kiss the Son."


How few the sparks of wrath ! how slow Thus Gabriel sang, and straight around

they move, The heav'nly armies throng ;

And drop and die in boundless seas of They tune their harps to lofty sound,

love! And thus conclude the song:

2 But me, vile wretch! should pitying 6“ Glory to God that reigns above,

love embrace Let peace surround the earth;

Deep in its ocean, hell itself would Mortals shall know their Maker's love,

blaze, At their Redeemer's birth."

And flash and burn me thro' the → Lord! and shall angels have theirsongs,

boundless seas. And men no tunes to raise?

3 Yea, Lord, my guilt to such a vastness O may we lose these useless tongues


(alone, When they forget to praise!

Seems to confine thy choice to wrath 1 Glory to God that reigns above,

And calls thy pow'r to vindicate thy That pitied us forlorn,

throne. We join to sing our Maker's love, 4 Thine honour bids, “ Avenge thy inFor there's a Saviour born.

jurd name,”

Thy slighted loves a dreadful glory God glorious, and sinners saved.


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While my moist tears might but incense I FATHER, how wide thy glory shines! 5 Should heav'n grow black, almighty How high thy wonders rise!

thunder roar, Known bro' the earth by thousand And vengeance blast me, I could plead signs,

no more, By thousand thro' the skies.

But own thy justice dying, and adore

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